In the eyes of the other three, Chen Ming and Cheng Xinghe shaking hands and making peace was unexpected but not a bad thing.
They could all see that there was probably so grudge between Chen Ming and Cheng Xinghe, so reconciling before starting a cooperative activity was definitely good news.
Cheng Xinghai organizing this event was probably not only to have a reason to confront his brother but also to have Cheng Xinghe and Chen Ming et face-to-face to ease their relationship.
After all, the relationship between Chen Ming and Bai Quan is there, as is the relationship between Cheng Xinghe and Bai Quan, so even if it doesn’t work out, it’s not a big deal.
Seeing that the relationship between the two had eased considerably, Song Pu said, "Chen Ming, I’ve introduced you to the other people’s codenas and abilities, so what is your ability? Have you decided on your codena? How about Psychic?"
Chen Ming looked at Song Pu and said, "’Psychic’ as a codena is fine with , but my abilities are quite complex and hard to explain clearly."
"Basically, it involves absolute control over chanical devices, the ability to maintain, transform, and manufacture items like ships, industrial equipnt, or anything with a chanical structure using materials."
"I’ll demonstrate the specifics in the simulation; this special spiritual energy setup has already been discussed with the referee, and the necessary settings have been configured."
Song Pu asked again, "Can you showcase it a bit more specifically? You can actually use your spiritual energy now."
"Here?"
Chen Ming glanced around at the pitch-black void and then looked at himself.
The simulation had completely replicated his attire, except for the wristguard made from Insect Race chitin on his wrist.
In the simulation, without special settings, this thing was rely a wristguard made of biomass material, nothing more.
What Chen Ming usually wore was a coat that could cover much of his body, with a complete set of maintenance tools stuffed into every corner inside.
The weight was about a dozen pounds, which also served as a form of exercise.
Clinking and clanking, Chen Ming dropped a pile of tools on the ground under the gazes of the others, and then all these tools turned into liquid in his hands, flowing in his palms.
This scenario was different from the previous small-scale simulation.
In small-scale simulations, Chen Ming’s spiritual energy usage always skipped the process and completed directly.
But now Chen Ming could even see the liquefaction process of these tools, looking incredibly real.
Chen Ming didn’t pay much attention since the spiritual energy worked fine in the simulation, as long as it could be used.
The tal liquid ford from these tools wrapped around Chen Ming’s arm, gradually constructing a fully functional auxiliary chanical arm.
Chen Ming extended his hand wearing the chanical arm forward for the others to see clearly.
After clenching his fist with force, Chen Ming removed the chanical arm and handed it to Hong Guanghong from the Military Industrial University.
He should have so understanding of such things.
Unreserved, Hong Guanghong, after receiving the chanical arm, also took out so tools from who knows which corner on his body and adjusted the chanical arm at several joints.
He loosened the chanical arm originally fitted for Chen Ming slightly and then wore it on his arm.
Hong Guanghong observed the chanical arm on his arm and said, "RS-34 type auxiliary manual working chanical arm, brand new, flawless, very impressive."
"It’s so-so."
Chen Ming humbly said at first and then added, "My spiritual energy is constrained by material limitations; otherwise, I could manufacture more things."
Song Pu imdiately asked, "What kind of materials would free you from limitations? Does it have to be materials you’ve touched?"
"Not exactly, as long as I touch the main body of a warehouse, I can use all the materials stored in that warehouse."
After Chen Ming explained, a clear chanical activity sound suddenly emitted from Hong Guanghong’s arm.
All the tools on the auxiliary chanical arm popped out simultaneously under his control, making his arm look bulky, as if it were a chanical monster hand.
However, Hong Guanghong praised it full of admiration, saying, "An extrely useful chanical arm."
As soon as he finished speaking, he retracted all the popped-out tools, planning to return the chanical arm to its original state and give it back to Chen Ming.
But Chen Ming waved his hand.
The chanical arm instantly liquefied in Hong Guanghong’s hand, floated in the air, returned to Chen Ming, and reford into a set of tools.
After a simple demonstration, Chen Ming continued stuffing the tools into the coat worn on his body while asking the question he initially had in mind: "So what are we supposed to do in the simulation?"
Song Pu’s gaze seed to flicker with a hint of gleam as he responded to Chen Ming’s question without delay, "What you do in reality, do in the simulation."
Seeing Chen Ming’s confusion, Song Pu further explained, "Maybe my words seem a bit vague, but you’ll know once you’re inside; the situation should be a bit more complicated than you imagine."
"The first ti I participated in a large-scale simulation, I was shocked."
Sparked by Song Pu’s words and glancing at the countdown in the top-right corner of his vision, Chen Ming said, "Understood, so we just have to wait for now?"
"Yes, take a little break, recharge; the next month might not allow any rest, as we can’t sleep in such simulations."
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